Some accuse me of morbidity, their assertion supported by a scaffold of dark twigs; my fondness for cemeteries and storms, my ubiquitous clothing choice in the color without color, my reliance upon heavy literature, my collection of dying words. I wish that I might lend them my lens, an owl bestowing her nighttime sight to the worshippers of the sun, that they might see beyond the limits of labels to the radiant core of all—Beauty.
Who is it? Who is it?
~Billy the Kid
Does nobody understand?
~James Joyce
The sadness will last forever.
~Vincent van Gogh
I want nothing but death.
~Jane Austen
Lord help my poor soul.
~Edgar Allan Poe
It’s very beautiful over there.
~Thomas Edison
Play Mozart in memory of me— and I will hear you.
~Frederic Chopin
Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.
~Hans Christian Andersen
I’m so bored with it all.
~Winston Churchill
This is funny.
~Doc Holliday
Such is life.
~Ned Kelly
Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.
~Lord Byron